lirik lagu lil' kim - big momma thang (faith evans and tupac diss
[lil kim]
yeah, wha’ wha’
you got it going on, wha’ wha’
uh, wha’ wha, you got it going on, wha’ wha’
yeah, wha wha’, you got it going on, wha’ wha’
i used to be scared of the d-ck, now i throw lips to the sh-t
handle it like a real b-tch
heather hunter, janet-jac-me, take it in the b-tt, yazz yazz what
i got land in switzerland, even got sand in the marylands
bahamas in the spring, baby it’s a big mama thing
can’t tell by the diamonds in my rings?
that’s how many times i wanna c-m, 21
and another one, and another and another one
24 carats n-gga, that’s when i’m f-cking with the average n-gga
work the shaft, brothers be battin’ me
and oh, don’t you like the way i roll
and play with my bushy, tell me what’s on your mind when the tounge’s in the p-ssy
is marriage?(d-mn this b-tch is bad) baby carriage?(d-mn i love that)
sh-t no, on the dime sh-t is mine
got to keep em’ c-mmin all the time, why
(chorus)
k!llahs be quiet, my n-ggas bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that sh-t is tired
you wanna be this queen b but ya can’t be
thats why you’re mad at me x2
hoes think i’m foul, well call me the b-tch sh-tter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle
like deniece willams b-tches get peeled
by the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can’t-a do me not-a
want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa
get your t-tties wet, and wouldn’t it be glorious if you give head to notorious
then s-x my crew
you just a wanna be down with my clique b-tch
just some d-ck sucking, ready for an -ss f-cking
let me stress, the tattoos on your breast
b.i.g, you rocking my property
p.y.p, play your position
now i got you wishing, you never started dissing
plus i give head better than you, my p-ssy get wetter than you, f-ck better than you
i dedicate this song to ya, like r. kelly and them twin pac’s in your belly
(chorus)
k!llahs be quiet, my n-ggas bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that sh-t is tired
you wanna be this queen b but ya can’t be
thats why you’re mad at me x2
sore n-gga what, p-ssy greased up, stack the g’s up keeps the knees up
what the f-ck
stay feelin’ half millin’, gineva diva, yeah i throws it down
make it round clown, the clock stops for no one
never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one
better off with the playboy magazine, uh f-cking with the don
push keys, these three for takes
yeah i ride crates, state to state, ten it takes
mad dimes, from new york to anaheim
while daydream and whine, i just keep getting mine
and i, and i’m married to this
y’all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings
mafi also dead ends the bullsh-t, any type that threatens to pull sh-t
uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha
fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk -ss i’ll keep your head up
(chorus)
k!llahs be quiet, my n-ggas bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that sh-t is tired
you wanna be this queen b but ya can’t be
thats why ya mad at me x6
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